Archive for August 2017

1. Tuis I love these loud, brash, colourful birds. As soon as the two trees in front of my office blossomed they swooped on in, ready to party. Alarmingly the branches lower to breaking point as they sip on nectar, fighting and falling and displaying all the signs of drunken disorder. They don’t care that…

1. 12pm I have cried quite a lot today already. Such fun! Once, of laughter as my girl is FUNNY and a few other times from frustration, blah-ness, more frustration, sadness and overwhelmingly feeling overwhelmed and under-inspired. Possibly also caused a leeeetle from hormones. BUT NOBODY BETTER TELL ME THAT. 2. 3.33pm An auspicious time…

1. Bragging rights. Of a sort I’ve never had shingles, head lice or an STD. 2. Little white lies I tell. Sometimes It’s fine if your children play in my wardrobe. Thank you, I love soup. Yes, happy to lend you my roll-on deodorant, stranger. 3. Stages of being on the road. Unfortunately We begin…

It’s often suggested in class to ‘let things go’ which, I find, as easy as being told to ‘calm down’. To be clear: not easy. I don’t actually dwell on things so much as sometimes have a little wonder, a little, what if? Yoga is all about being present and NOT thinking at 4am as…

1. All the books I’m a reader. Always have been. No matter how late (or medicated) I go to bed I have to read my book before I turn the light out. And it will be a book of fiction* or possibly a memoir or some poetry, not one of the few yoga/spiritual type books…

1. Smug yoga Yes, it has a name. For me, anyway. When I head back to a class on the weekend after not going for a while I tend to be all, wahoo, look at me practicing on a Sunday like a hard-core yogini who NEVER takes off her yoga pants. I know. Annoying. I…

I do have quite a number of issues, true, but can state proudly that there are three things that do NOT bother me in the yoga studio. Also feeling a bit smug. Thanks. Music Some people get driven crazy by the type of music played during class, the volume or lack of. So far, all…

A gift When I was younger I didn’t think of my body as a gift. Even after coming through some close calls that broke bones and damaged my insides, I didn’t connect the healing process as something I was a part of. I think I assumed it would either fix itself or not and don’t…

I will hug you I am a tad over-stimulated. Possibly from having my dark choc fix very late in the day. (Because like any sensible person I prefer to eat it immediately following breakfast. Or for breakfast.) And over-excitement doth not bring out the writer in me. It maketh me slothful and a tad weary.…

Bliss-ish Everything got cancelled that was planned today. Bliss. I got to a yin yang class. Bliss. It’s gently raining outside and I’m inside, not exactly humping, just VERY close to the oil heater. Bliss. When the week is full, it’s a gift to suddenly have a day where you don’t have to put on…